#dark trinity

You, depending on your personality, could be the peacemaker or the one who stirs the pot (and they secretly love either dynamic). Together, you’re the glue that holds the trio together.

The relationship begins unintentionally—Jason introduces you to Artemis, and the chemistry is palpable.

They both have their doubts about whether a poly relationship would work, given their strong personalities and their histories. However, their mutual affection for you and growing fondness for each other push them to try.

Jason is the one who suggests making things official, though he acts like it’s a casual proposal: “Well, we’re all kind of doing this anyway, so why not just admit it?”

Living arrangements are an interesting challenge. Jason insists on being the one to handle Gotham’s chaos, but Artemis refuses to let him do it alone, often dragging you into a battle of “who protects Jason better.”

The three of you share a loft when you’re all together—somewhere between Gotham and wherever Artemis is stationed at the time. It’s filled with mismatched but comfortable furniture, Jason’s hidden stash of snacks, and Artemis’s surprisingly cozy aesthetic.

Cuddles are non-negotiable. Jason is a grudgingly affectionate cuddle bug, and Artemis is like a weighted blanket. You’re always sandwiched between the two of them during movie nights.

Jason’s love language is a mix of quality time and acts of service. He’s terrible at expressing feelings directly but will silently patch your gear, bring you coffee during late nights, or fix Artemis’s weaponry without being asked.

Artemis’s love language is physical touch and words of affirmation. She’s the one who pulls you into a strong hug after missions and whispers encouragement during tough times.

Jason’s temper can sometimes clash with Artemis’s unwavering sense of righteousness, especially when it comes to decisions about danger.

You’re often the mediator, calming Jason down with humor or reminding Artemis that Jason’s instincts are usually spot-on.

The fights rarely last long, and they both make it a point to never leave you feeling caught in the middle. Jason always apologizes with self-deprecating humor, and Artemis’s apologies are firm, direct, and followed by comforting gestures.

Training together is a favorite activity. Artemis often teases Jason about his form while simultaneously praising your progress, which drives him to work harder.

Cooking nights are chaotic. Jason burns something almost every time, Artemis is surprisingly decent in the kitchen, and you’re the one trying to wrangle them both into cooperation.

Patrols are a mix of professional and playful. Jason takes Gotham’s crime personally, Artemis treats it like a moral duty, and you keep them grounded (and sometimes remind them not to compete over who takes down the most bad guys).

Vacations are rare but cherished. Artemis insists on somewhere remote, Jason prefers urban chaos, and you’re just happy to see them both relax.

Neither gets jealous of you giving attention to the other—they trust you and respect each other. However, outsiders are a different story.

Jason gets protective in a “glare from the shadows” kind of way if someone flirts with you or Artemis.

Artemis takes a more direct approach, standing tall and giving off an intimidating aura that leaves no room for misinterpretation.

Their personalities shine in private moments: Jason’s vulnerability and softness come through, and Artemis becomes incredibly tender. They’re both attuned to your needs, and there’s a strong sense of trust and safety.

They make it a point to show you that you’re equally loved and cherished, regardless of the dynamics at play.

Jason struggles with guilt and self-worth, and both you and Artemis are there to pull him out of his darker moments.

Artemis carries the weight of her past and her responsibilities, and you and Jason remind her that she’s allowed to rest and lean on others.

When you’re feeling overwhelmed, Jason’s dry humor and Artemis’s nurturing side create the perfect balance to lift your spirits.

Despite your differences, you’re an unstoppable team.

You share a deep sense of loyalty and understanding, always putting each other first.

Together, you create a space of love, trust, and support—a perfect blend of chaos and stability.

It’s one of those rare nights when all three of you are finally off duty. Gotham is quiet, and there’s a soft drizzle outside that makes the city look even more distant than usual. You, Jason, and Artemis have decided to spend the evening at your loft, away from the chaos of your usual lives.

The three of you are sprawled out on the couch, with you in the middle. Jason has his arm casually slung over your shoulders, his hand resting on your arm. Artemis is sitting next to you, her legs stretched out across your lap, her head leaning lightly against your shoulder. You’ve all opted for something low-key tonight: watching an old action movie you’ve all seen a hundred times before. Jason’s been quoting the lines before the characters even speak them.

As the movie plays, you can’t help but smile at the warmth between the three of you. There’s a sense of contentment that’s rare in your line of work, and it’s something that the three of you cling to in moments like this.

Jason nudges you with his elbow, a teasing smirk on his face. “You’re gonna fall asleep if you keep that up,” he says, noticing you starting to nod off.

“Maybe,” you reply with a grin, “but it’s your fault for being so comfortable.”

Artemis chuckles from where her head rests on your shoulder, her hand reaching over to tug at Jason’s sleeve. “Don’t give them any ideas, Jay. We’re all supposed to be ‘relaxing,’ not picking on each other.”

Jason shrugs, his smirk softening as he glances at the both of you. “Okay, fine. I’ll let them nap, but only because they’re too cute to mess with tonight.”

You feel your cheeks warm, and before you can protest, Artemis shifts her head so that she can gently nudge you with her forehead. “We’re cute, huh? I think it’s you who’s cute, throwing your sarcastic remarks while clearly melting into the couch with us.”

Jason pretends to look offended, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, so now I’m the one ‘melting’?”

Artemis rolls her eyes playfully. “I think we both know you’re the softest one here.” She pats your leg as she looks up at you with affection.

You laugh quietly, feeling the weight of both their love and their teasing. “Okay, I guess we’re all pretty soft then.”

Jason leans in closer, brushing his lips against your temple in a rare moment of tenderness. “Definitely.” Then he shifts to put his head on your lap, making you laugh even harder.

Artemis looks at you both, her hand absentmindedly running through your hair, her smile fond and content. “You know, this is nice. More nights like this, please.”

“Agreed,” you say, looking down at the two of them. “Let’s make a deal—no more patrols for the rest of the night. Just us.”

Jason’s voice is muffled against your legs as he responds. “You won’t hear any complaints from me.”

You settle into the peaceful moment, all of you content and wrapped in the warmth of each other’s presence. It’s a rare, quiet happiness—one that’s a stark contrast to your usual lives. But for tonight, it’s enough.